My eyes saw her face and else with delight, <br />My ears heard her singing words me to please, <br />My head nodded in passion’s speeding flight, <br />My reason her ways and wit, a fresh breeze, <br />Heart bewildered was on my date’s first night. <br /> <br />She was mine, mind felt in utter fancy, <br />That my humour would help me her to win, <br />My ego’s air felt she fell for me keen, <br />In conceit it thought she was all at sea, <br />That love would lead her my heart’s gold to see. <br /> <br />But heaven did conspire to work against, <br />Everything as if contrived to scorn love, <br />Hell laboured hard in a virtual heist <br />Forcing me in folly awkward to move, <br />Her pride moved yon of sky and still above— <br /> <br />When all ended my heart was left to grieve, <br />While my wit and wisdom sulked— still unbent, <br />Will wilted in defeat as to deceive, <br />My eyes lost inner light they often lent, <br />My intellect her sense of fair moment. <br /> <br />In matters such as this, of art not mart, <br />Ne’er call too many cooks, consult your heart. <br />________________________________________________ <br /> - Tongue-in-cheek | 24.11.08 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-many-cooks/
